My tongue and my heart have betrayed me. And though I curse these wondering and doubts, I do not regret saying those simple words.
We lay together in bed, and while I showed you all my scars, you counted all the things you loved about me on the tips of your fingers. You moved closer- close enough to hear the hammering of my hopeless heart.
Your elbow brushed mine. and I allowed myself to remain within reach. Close by, where your still-damp hair begged for my fingers to caress, reach out - tenderly touch. It would have been so easy to weave my fingers through yours or to rest my head on your shoulder. But my mind wouldn't leave me and before I caught them; my words had betrayed me.
"I really like you" slipped out somewhere in the dark and the echo returned to me. You threw your arm over me then, pulled me close enough to breathe the smell of rain and earth you carry like a perfume.
You let me let you hold me until we could bear it no more. And I fell asleep listening to the rhythm of your breathing singing sweet songs in the dark.
So, I didn't wait until valentines day, and like the fool I am, I blurted it out at midnight. And surprisingly she felt the same. But that was three weeks ago...